Room Of Plastic Flowers

The boys of Lifehouse had finally finished their last concert of the year. Now it was time for them to rest and relax from all their hard work.

Jason: Ahh…home again! Nothing to do but to catch up on some much needed rest…

Well think again, my friend. The boys were literally flung back into the studio to begin recording their brand new album that had yet to be named. The men gathered at a little place called Iron Records owned by the one and only Kiefer Sutherland.

Crowd: All hail the mighty Kiefer!

The guys worked hard every day to crank-out the tunes and jam to the sounds of their instruments doing the dance of record making. (I don’t know if that makes sense, but we’re going to pretend it does). Finally, after many late nights of staring at the soundboard with hatred, the men of Lifehouse compiled all their songs on one CD.

Jason: Oh thank God.
Bryce: I’m so glad we have all the songs done. I miss my bed.
Rick: You know guys, we probably could have taken more than a week to make this album. You know, gone home, gone out and had fun with our friends, rerecorded some songs, bought a new puppy…
Bryce: What parallel universe are you living in?
Jason: Re-recorded some of the songs? You mean like do them more than once so we get the best quality?!
Rick: Well, yeah.
Jason: Do you know how long that would take?
Bryce: The months of preparing?
Rick: Ok, ok, it was just an idea…and I kind of still want to buy that puppy.
Jason: I’m just glad we’re done. Now we have some time to do absolutely nothing.
Bryce: Right on, brother man!
Rick: You guys are right. We’ve worked hard for a year and a half. We deserve some downtime.

Just then, a glowing light appeared from the hallway. The door opened and Kiefer Sutherland appeared before the guys.

Choir: Aw Ah Ahhhhh!!! *beams of light*
Kiefer: Hello, gentlemen.
Rick: Wow, that’s so cool dude! I want a beam of light above my head whenever I walk into a room!
Bryce: Don’t forget the singing choir as well.
Rick: Well that’s a given.
Jason: Oh, Kiefer, we finished. Have you seen Jude?
Kiefer: Actually, Jude went home with a cold. But he told me to take care of anything you guys had finished tonight.
Jason: Well, actually, we have the entire album done tonight.
Kiefer: Already?! Um…I know I’m not a musician, but don’t these things usually take longer?
Rick: See!
Bryce: Well, I think the album is more organic this way. It has a very natural sound.
Jason: Yeah…what he said.
Kiefer: Alright. Well I’ll take the CD to Jude’s office and lock it up.
Jason: Sounds great man. Well, I’m beat. I’m gonna leave. Later guys!
Guys: Bye.

The guys made their way to their separate homes and tucked themselves in for a good nights rest. But in the middle of the night, Jason was woken up by a random phone call.

Jason: *half asleep* Hel..lo…
Police: Is this Mr. Jason Wade?
Jason: Look, if this is about Bryce streaking again, I already told you guys that once he’s out of my presence he’s no longer my responsibility.
Police: No, Mr. Soderberg has been keeping his clothes on in public as far as we know.
Jason: Good.
Police: I’m calling because there was an explosion at Iron Records---
Jason: *jumping out of bed* OMG! Was anyone hurt?
Police: Well, Mr. Sutherland was hurt pretty bad, and…
Jason: And what?
Police: *pauses* His glowing aura was damaged severely.
Jason: NOOOOO!!!!

*Writer weeping* Wow…poor Kiefer …I don’t know if I can take this…talk amongst yourselves for a minute. *blows noise* Ok, I’m good. Anyways, Jason rushed right over to what was left of Iron Records. When he got there, fire fighters were trying to put out the huge flames. Kiefer was lying on the ground wrapped in blankets. Jason ran over to him and held his body in his arms. It was a really beautiful moment.

Jason: Kiefer! Stay with me man!
Kiefer: Jason…I couldn’t…*coughs* I couldn’t save your CD…I’m sorry…
Jason: What?! But that was our only copy! *drops Kiefer *
Kiefer: Ouch!
Jason: Do you know what this means? Now we have to re-record all our songs all over again. *walks away from the scene*
Kiefer: *crying out* And my glowing aura is gone! *cries*

So Jason called up Rick and Bryce and the three men re-recorded their songs. After they were done, they made a copy of that disk, just in case another fatal explosion were to take place twice in a row (it could happen).

Jason: Yes. We’re done.
Rick: Man, I think we made that one faster than the last one. You don’t think the quality went down, do you?
Bryce: Rick…Ricky…Rickster…how many times do we have to tell you that this is organic. We may be revolutionizing the music industry as we know it!
Rick: Bryce do you need some water?
Bryce: Yes please…
Jason: Ok, I’m gonna keep one copy and, Rick, you keep the extra.
Rick: Me?
Bryce: Him?
Jason: Rick I have total confidence in you.
Rick: Thanks, man.

Well now of course Rick destroyed his copy in about an hour. It wasn’t completely his fault. His new puppy chewed it to death…and Jason stepped on his copy when he was cleaning out in gin-sue knife collection. Frustrated that the music gods were obviously against him, Jason went to visit Kiefer in the hospital to see how he was doing.

Jason: Kiefer, how are you doing?
Kiefer: Oh great! My aura came back!
Jason: I can see that!
Kiefer: I’m sorry to hear that you have to spend more time in the studio.

Jason: Oh that’s ok. I guess we should take this as a sign that we should spend more than a week recording.
Kiefer: Yeah I’d say that’s a safe bet.

So the men of Lifehouse went back into the studios and began making their brand new album for the third time.

Rick: I told you I was right.
Jason/Bryce: *glare*